Everything is Not All Right
by WolvieGal
-the characters aren't mine so neither are the lawsuits
Sequel to Everything Will Be Fine Now
Wolvie comes to talk to Psylocke about what she did in the last story PG-13
I hardly had time to realize what was happening before Logan burst into my room, knocking the
door off of two of its three hinges, leaving it horribly twisted, hanging (barely) askew by the last.
"What the hell were you thinkin'?" His voice was low and there was a growl behind it sending
chills down my arms and up my spine, raising the hair in the back of my neck. He was angry, but
not hateful. Still, the heat of his eyes burned my back.
I turned to face him. My heart was racing, but I refused to let my countenance slip before him, him
of all people. *I am not a child. He will not treat me like one. I won't let him. I know what I've done,
and I'll handle the repercussions thereof, not receive a lecture. A lecture? On second thought,
there's no concern for that from Logan.* "Logan, my door." I stepped toward it slowly waiting for
him to join me, keeping my voice calm. "A hand with the door?" I reached for one side of the door
as Logan exhaled loudly, grabbed the other side of the door, and placed it roughly back into the
frame.
"I'm still waitin' fer and answer." He said while holding me steadily in his stare.
I was thinking, Logan, that one of my friends was taking advantage of another of my friends
without realizing the pain she was causing him." I took a step closer to him, watching him as he
processed my words. I could hear him breathing. "And you would never admit it, let alone tell her
so. You would rather let her tear your heart apart than see her frown when you corrected her."
"You had no call to get involved, Psylocke. I told you that yesterday. I hafta deal with her bein'
married to Cyke on my own."
*This is going to turn into a horrible fight. I don't want to fight with you Logan, can't you see that.
I'm just tired of standing by while people hurt you mercilessly.* But what I said was, "Destroying
the Danger Room is not dealing, Logan."
"Maybe not for you, but my dealing is my concern." He pointed a finger at me. His very stance
was tense.
"It became Hank's concern when he had to repair the damage to the Danger Room." I took a
breath, determined to take control of the situation before it got out of hand, and barely above a
whisper I continued. "And it became my concern when I saw a friend hurting and unable or
unwilling to fix it because of the person from whom it came. "
"What you did to Jean-" he began.
My control, over myself and over the situation, was slipping. "What I did was help her to realize
how better to treat-" I waved my hand at him in gesture. "-a dear friend. She's had time to think
about it, and she agrees with me. She's not angry with anyone but herself, and that for not seeing
it sooner."
"On her anniversary-"
"Yes, on her anniversary, the day right after she stomped on your heart for the last time."
"Which was none of your business!" He snatched my wrist and jerked it, but not too roughly,
upward and back toward himself, putting his face nearer my own. Through half gritted teeth he
said. "Damn it, Psylocke. You-- Damn it." Absently his nose brushed mine.. and I pulled back his
hand with his hold on my wrist and...I kissed him. I couldn't think. A moment, and then we
snapped back from each other as the door gave up the ghost and slid to the floor with a loud
THWACK.
I looked down at my wrist where he'd held it. The heat from his flesh had warmed my skin. I put
my other hand where his had been. *What was that?*
I felt him looking at me. I took a deep breath and raised my head to meet his eyes. Logan
grabbed both of my wrists this time and pulled me nearer by outstretching my arms...and he
kissed me back. His manner was rough and his kiss hungry, predatory, almost like he was trying
to swallow my soul. I couldn't resist him. Pulling my hands from his grasp again, after a slight
struggle, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me. I was so lost that the
sounds of voices from the hall gradually getting louder didn't even register in my mind.
"What was that noise?" Jean asked.
"It sounded like someone was breakin' in or something." Jubilee chimed in. "Look, it's Psylocke's
room, maybe it's Sabretooth."
"The door's down, watch out. It could be anyone or anything in there." Scott's voice was as
serious as ever.
"I just scanned the room." Jean said. "The only psychic readings I got were from Psylocke and
Wolverine. Whatever they're fighting, it has no thought patterns, and it is intense."
Then there was silence as a disappointed and disgusted sound erupted from Jubilee, almost like
she'd taken a kick to the stomach. "Uhh--Augh--Ahh!"
Logan and I let go of one another as if we had been electrocuted. Fireworks exploded into the
room from the direction of the doorway. Jubilee's hoarsely whispering voice could be heard
ringing, not only in the halls, but also in our ears. "Wolvie, how could you?"
by WolvieGal
-the characters aren't mine so neither are the lawsuits
Sequel to Everything Will Be Fine Now
Wolvie comes to talk to Psylocke about what she did in the last story PG-13
I hardly had time to realize what was happening before Logan burst into my room, knocking the
door off of two of its three hinges, leaving it horribly twisted, hanging (barely) askew by the last.
"What the hell were you thinkin'?" His voice was low and there was a growl behind it sending
chills down my arms and up my spine, raising the hair in the back of my neck. He was angry, but
not hateful. Still, the heat of his eyes burned my back.
I turned to face him. My heart was racing, but I refused to let my countenance slip before him, him
of all people. *I am not a child. He will not treat me like one. I won't let him. I know what I've done,
and I'll handle the repercussions thereof, not receive a lecture. A lecture? On second thought,
there's no concern for that from Logan.* "Logan, my door." I stepped toward it slowly waiting for
him to join me, keeping my voice calm. "A hand with the door?" I reached for one side of the door
as Logan exhaled loudly, grabbed the other side of the door, and placed it roughly back into the
frame.
"I'm still waitin' fer and answer." He said while holding me steadily in his stare.
I was thinking, Logan, that one of my friends was taking advantage of another of my friends
without realizing the pain she was causing him." I took a step closer to him, watching him as he
processed my words. I could hear him breathing. "And you would never admit it, let alone tell her
so. You would rather let her tear your heart apart than see her frown when you corrected her."
"You had no call to get involved, Psylocke. I told you that yesterday. I hafta deal with her bein'
married to Cyke on my own."
*This is going to turn into a horrible fight. I don't want to fight with you Logan, can't you see that.
I'm just tired of standing by while people hurt you mercilessly.* But what I said was, "Destroying
the Danger Room is not dealing, Logan."
"Maybe not for you, but my dealing is my concern." He pointed a finger at me. His very stance
was tense.
"It became Hank's concern when he had to repair the damage to the Danger Room." I took a
breath, determined to take control of the situation before it got out of hand, and barely above a
whisper I continued. "And it became my concern when I saw a friend hurting and unable or
unwilling to fix it because of the person from whom it came. "
"What you did to Jean-" he began.
My control, over myself and over the situation, was slipping. "What I did was help her to realize
how better to treat-" I waved my hand at him in gesture. "-a dear friend. She's had time to think
about it, and she agrees with me. She's not angry with anyone but herself, and that for not seeing
it sooner."
"On her anniversary-"
"Yes, on her anniversary, the day right after she stomped on your heart for the last time."
"Which was none of your business!" He snatched my wrist and jerked it, but not too roughly,
upward and back toward himself, putting his face nearer my own. Through half gritted teeth he
said. "Damn it, Psylocke. You-- Damn it." Absently his nose brushed mine.. and I pulled back his
hand with his hold on my wrist and...I kissed him. I couldn't think. A moment, and then we
snapped back from each other as the door gave up the ghost and slid to the floor with a loud
THWACK.
I looked down at my wrist where he'd held it. The heat from his flesh had warmed my skin. I put
my other hand where his had been. *What was that?*
I felt him looking at me. I took a deep breath and raised my head to meet his eyes. Logan
grabbed both of my wrists this time and pulled me nearer by outstretching my arms...and he
kissed me back. His manner was rough and his kiss hungry, predatory, almost like he was trying
to swallow my soul. I couldn't resist him. Pulling my hands from his grasp again, after a slight
struggle, I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him against me. I was so lost that the
sounds of voices from the hall gradually getting louder didn't even register in my mind.
"What was that noise?" Jean asked.
"It sounded like someone was breakin' in or something." Jubilee chimed in. "Look, it's Psylocke's
room, maybe it's Sabretooth."
"The door's down, watch out. It could be anyone or anything in there." Scott's voice was as
serious as ever.
"I just scanned the room." Jean said. "The only psychic readings I got were from Psylocke and
Wolverine. Whatever they're fighting, it has no thought patterns, and it is intense."
Then there was silence as a disappointed and disgusted sound erupted from Jubilee, almost like
she'd taken a kick to the stomach. "Uhh--Augh--Ahh!"
Logan and I let go of one another as if we had been electrocuted. Fireworks exploded into the
room from the direction of the doorway. Jubilee's hoarsely whispering voice could be heard
ringing, not only in the halls, but also in our ears. "Wolvie, how could you?"